Fanfiction: Super Junior M: Participant Observation
Title: Participant Observation
Fandom: Super Junior M
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
Status: Complete
Warning: Smut. This is essentially a PWP. I hate you, DTHJ.
Notes: Written for curionenene's 21st birthday, because obviously the girl asks for ethnography-inspired porn for her birthday. Clearly she can't even study for an exam without smutty thoughts; I don't even :| In any case this is the first time I've written anything quite with so much sex in it, but there you go. The girl gets what she wants. Happy birthday, darling!
The street is badly lit, hues of red and yellow splashing out onto the road. Kyuhyun skulks along in the shadows, trying not to betray the nervousness he feels. He’s here because his thesis professor recommended he do so, and he’s determined to get every last credit he can. That doesn’t mean, however, that he can’t feel nervy about being mistaken for a pimp.
He stuffs his hands into his pockets and looks over the area. There are plenty of women standing outside the row of houses, but he’s not quite sure how to go approach them so he hesitates, just on the margins of where the light and shadows meet.
He remembers the lecture on ethnography. He remembers clearly that there is a spectrum of involvement, from observer to participant, and that any one of those four is equally valid. He thinks he’d be pretty happy if he remained staunchly an observer this time around though.
That reminder has him squaring his shoulders. He’s just here to observe. There’s nothing to be afraid of. He tells himself that prostitution is a transaction; they won’t do anything to him if he doesn’t want them to.
He crosses into the light and approaches a woman standing under a streetlamp, her tube dress straining at the chest.
“Excuse me,” he says politely, “Do you have a minute?”
“I have much more than a minute, if you can afford it,” she says silkily.
“You misunderstand me,” he says, focusing on her face in an attempt to try hard not to stare at her chest. “I’m a researcher, I’m interested in studying the sex industry in Taiwan -“
Her face goes carefully blank. “Sorry. I don’t do interviews.”
Kyuhyun looks at her, reads the way she’s already turned her body away from him. “As a researcher I’m bound to confidentiality, you don’t even have to give me your real name -“
“I’m sorry, it’s against my house’s policy.” She jerks her thumb towards the house behind her.
“I see. I’m sorry I bothered you then.”
She shrugs, then flips her hair over her shoulder and pushes her breasts up from underneath. “You weren’t a bother at all. You’re pretty to look at, yourself.” She leers at him, saying, “Anytime you want to study the sex industry in a more fun way, you know where to find me.”
Kyuhyun stutters off, feeling himself turning bright red. He takes a moment to calm down and collect his thoughts. Some of the houses have strict rules, he notes, and frowns. If more than one house is going to have a problem with men taking up their workers’ time, then he’s going to have a serious problem with collecting data tonight. But then again, that could have just been an isolated case.
He walks a few houses down and approaches the girl standing there in a pleather dress. Her hair is cut short; he makes a mental note of that, startled because it seems to break the usual hooker stereotype. She looks at him, then lowers her lashes and slants her gaze towards him in an unmistakably come-hither way.
He falters; what is it about that look which is so difficult to resist? But then the researcher voice in his head reminds him sternly, You’re here just to observe.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “Do you have a minute?”
“More than a minute, if you pay,” she says throatily. His mouth goes dry. Kyuhyun is at least a metre from her but it already feels like her hands are all over him.
He swallows and stutters out, “You misunderstand me, I’m a researcher, I’m interested in sex - the sex industry in Taiwan, and I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions -“
“Is that some kind of innuendo?” she says, in a way that makes it sound like it’s not really a question. “We could talk inside.”
“No, I’d much rather we talk out here -“ he stumbles, turning red.
Her eyes fly open and her voice rises to a shrill. “What kind of pervert are you?! Get out of my sight!”
He tries to protest but sees her flushed cheeks, and backs off. He walks to the end of the row of houses, stunned, and then sits on the curb with his head in his hands.
His first ethnographic assignment and this is how badly he fails. He wonders how Dr Jin will react to his report on Monday; then smiles as he envisions Dr Jin smacking him over the head with a newspaper and saying, “Yah, you useless kid. Come on, let’s go for lunch,” and then proceeds to drag him off even though he’s only just stepped in.
Kyuhyun sighs. There’s nothing to it but to try again; for every hundred dead leads there’s got to be one gem of a data mine somewhere. He’s starting to realise how it is that ethnographic research can sometimes take years to complete. He stands up, dusts himself off, and sets off down the row of houses again.
A tall man steps out a few metres in front of him. He’s dressed in a wife-beater and jeans so tight they look practically painted on. He’s got on more clothes than the two girls Kyuhyun spoke to tonight, and yet Kyuhyun comes to a halt by the way the man is stalking slowly and purposefully toward him.
“Hello there, big boy,” he coos. “I hear you’re interested in doing some research.”
“Uh,” Kyuhyun is momentarily stunned out of the haze his mind has sunk into. “Yes. I mean. How did you know?”
“I’ve been following you since you entered this alley,” the man says calmly, and he says it so naturally that Kyuhyun thinks that statement should terrify him, but somehow it doesn’t.
“So uh,” Kyuhyun’s mind scrambles to catch up, “Would you be interested in answering some of my questions?”
The tall man has come so close to Kyuhyun that their chests are practically touching; a part of Kyuhyun’s mind tells him that it’s those abnormally long legs that have covered that distance far quicker than he’d thought possible.
“Now, now,” he purrs. “Haven’t those two girls already taught you that observing isn’t the way to perform ethnography here?”
Kyuhyun’s brain comes to a screeching halt, and then finally gives up trying to catch up to this man. He stands stock still, and the man bends and whispers into his ear, “You know, participation is an other option.”
Technical terms really shouldn’t turn Kyuhyun on the way he’s turned on now.
He makes the mistake of looking up at this strange man, who puts his fingers under his chin and brushes a thumb over his lips. “You’re a very beautiful man,” he says quietly, “And I’d love to see how you do a participant-observation study while I show you what the sex industry in Taiwan is like.”
Kyuhyun shudders and closes his eyes. Though the man hasn’t been half as lascivious as the girl in the tube dress has been, the sincerity pouring forth from his low voice seems to have a greater effect on him than leering does. A variety of means to pick strangers up, his mind helpfully notes for him.
He’s caught in the classic ethnographer’s dilemma. How much can he observe while participating? How much should he devote to this study? How much can he give without making exiting difficult?
Most importantly, can the research budget afford this?
“Stop thinking so much,” the man says. “Let’s do it this way. I’ll explain anything you want to know, and on your part I just want you to relax and have a good time. Okay?”
Kyuhyun opens his eyes and narrows them. “That’s it? All I have to do is to have a good time?”
The man winks. “Prices are negotiable.”
Kyuhyun laughs. That’s the kind of language he speaks. He’s got nothing to lose.
The man, it turns out, is a freelancer. On his way up to his room, he explains that that gives him the liberty to fuck who he wants without being beholden to a pimp, and to set his own prices. He seems a nice guy, and smart to boot, and Kyuhyun begins to wonder what he’s doing in a place like this, doing a job like this.
“What do I call you?” the man asks as he holds the door open for Kyuhyun to go first.
“Gui Xian,” Kyuhyun says, stepping through the door and toeing off his shoes. This feels almost surreal to him.
“Hmmmm,” the man says. “Unusual name. Well then, you can call me Mi Tang.”
Kyuhyun wrinkles his nose. “Mi Tang? Like, the kind you can drink?”
“Only if the customer wants to,” he says simply, shrugging. But then he laughs and says, “Here’s the deal I usually strike. If you tell me your real name, I’ll tell you mine.”
“But Gui Xian is my real name,” Kyuhyun insists.
The man arches a perfect eyebrow. “You’re Korean, aren’t you? Tell me your Korean name.“
This guy is creepy. “How do you know?”
“You’re pretty in a different way from Taiwanese boys,” Kyuhyun catches the corner of his smile as he closes the door, and he’s surprised at how genuine it is.
“Kyuhyun,” he says.
“Kyuhyun,” the man repeats, surprisingly accurately, and then smiles brilliantly. “I’m Zhou Mi.” He pushes Kyuhyun onto the bed. “Kyuhyun-shi, do you want to top, or bottom?” he asks, almost professionally.
Kyuhyun contemplates lying, but Zhou Mi has already proven how astute he is. “I’ve never done this before,” he informs quietly.
Zhou Mi quirks an eyebrow at him. “You almost make me feel like I’m transgressing the law of non-maleficence,” he quips. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you.”
He leans over and kisses Kyuhyun, soft and slow. “Men like you ought to be treated nice,” he says quietly while looking into Kyuhyun’s eyes. “But here. Ask me anything.”
“Why are you doing this?” It’s the question at the top of his mind.
“Sex? Well. A number of reasons. I like having sex, and this is the best way to get it. I’m also good at it, which helps. And finally, I have to pay for college.” He grins. “The cliché is true.”
Kyuhyun laughs, though it hitches because Zhou Mi has started running his hands down Kyuhyun’s body. “Why are you having sex with me?”
“You’re beautiful,” he says simply. “And because I like making people happy. So even if it’s just for a night, I want to make you happy.”
“I’m paying you though,” Kyuhyun says ironically.
Zhou Mi smirks. “You’ll be glad to by the time I’m done.” He pops the button on the fly of Kyuhyun’s jeans opens, and pushes them down with his underwear. “My,” he says conversationally as he blows lightly on Kyuhyun’s cock. “Is it just me, or are you happy to see me?”
Kyuhyun groans as his cock twitches. Zhou Mi places a hand around it and massages it lightly, and Kyuhyun wants to scramble backward until his head hits the headboard.
“Time to answer my questions, Kyuhyun-shi,” Zhou Mi says cheerfully, as if he hasn’t got the most vulnerable and manipulable part of Kyuhyun’s body in his hands. “Why are you doing this?”
“My thesis professor decided I needed some hands-on ethnographic practice, and he needed help for this research so he decided to throw it to me,” Kyuhyun manages to say with difficulty.
“My, what a pervert,” Zhou Mi comments lightly as he moves his hand leisurely up and down Kyuhyun’s dick, which is growing more excited by the second. “And you’ve never done this before, Kyuhyun-shi?”
“Only with girls,” he grits out.
Zhou Mi arches an eyebrow again. “Should I be honoured?”
“Taiwan’s good for me,” Kyuhyun evaded.
Zhou Mi smiles down at him. “Then I’ll try my best to make it even better.” He goes down on Kyuhyun and swallows him in a mouthful.
Kyuhyun gasps, because Zhou Mi’s mouth is unexpectedly hot and wet, and being sucked off has never felt this good before. He’s only ever had girls, girls who were admittedly thin and beautiful, but he’s never quite realised how much they’ve been lacking in the skills department until tonight. Compared to Zhou Mi, who is inching his lips closer and closer to the base of Kyuhyun’s cock, those girls would probably never be able to bring him off again.
Zhou Mi’s lips finally hit Kyuhyun’s groin, and he holds them there for a few seconds, letting the heat from his mouth and tongue sear into Kyuhyun’s cock. Kyuhyun is sure that his dick is burning up; some corner of his mind nonsensically reassures him that it’s okay, it’s so wet in Zhou Mi’s mouth so there’s no way the fire won’t be put out. But the few seconds are just what Zhou Mi can take, and in the next he’s pulling back in one smooth motion.
Kyuhyun looks down at Zhou Mi, who is staring at him as he pops Kyuhyun’s dick free of his tightened lips. He licks them self-consciously and Kyuhyun stares, then hauls Zhou Mi up by the front of his wife-beater and kisses him.
He sucks on those lips like a parched man; pushes his tongue between them and takes in the wet, wet, wet that had wrapped around him. He holds on to one of Zhou Mi’s slender arms and wraps his other arm around Zhou Mi’s neck to tug him closer. Zhou Mi holds himself up with a palm pressed to the sheets beside Kyuhyun’s chest, but his crotch falls on Kyuhyun’s and Kyuhyun is reminded that Zhou Mi is still fully clothed.
Not wanting to break contact, he lets go of Zhou Mi and lets his hands fall to Zhou Mi’s jeans. He fumbles with the button, unused to the reversed direction, but eventually pops it open. He pulls the zipper down and plunges right in, hands stilling when he finds that Zhou Mi’s not wearing any underwear.
“For easy access,” Zhou Mi pants against his lips, still with that easy-going tone laced in that now-ravished voice. “Occupational hazard.”
Kyuhyun leans up to kiss him again, trying to shut him up, but from the way Zhou Mi’s breath catches when he pulls his cock free he’s sure that was the more effective method.
Zhou Mi breaks away, pushing Kyuhyun down with a hand to the chest when he tries to rise in protest again. “Kyuhyun-shi,” he asks, perfectly calmly, “What would you like me to do next? Would you like to fuck me? Or would you like me to fuck you?”
Kyuhyun sucks in a sharp breath at that. He hadn’t thought this far when he had agreed to this. He doesn’t know, and right now his brain is far too addled to think clearly about the options and what they entail. He grits out, cock hard, lips aching, “I don’t care what the fuck you do to me as long as you do it soon,” and moves his hand roughly up and down Zhou Mi’s dick.
He’s still looking up into Zhou Mi’s face, so he sees it when his eyes flutter shut. He also sees it when Zhou Mi’s opens his eyes after a moment, his face breaking into a devious grin. He draws away, then opens the lonely side cabinet and takes out lube and a condom. Kyuhyun sits up uncertainly, but Zhou Mi says, “Come, Kyuhyun-shi, I want you to move that chair to the end of the bed and sit on it.”
Kyuhyun scrambles up, his cock bouncing awkwardly. It’s hard to move very much like this, so by the time he’s finagled the chair to where Zhou Mi wanted and sat down on it, Zhou Mi’s already taken his jeans completely off and is lying on his back, feet flat on the bed, head propped up by a pillow.
Kyuhyun watches with growing amazement and disbelief as Zhou Mi slicks the fingers of one hand up with lube, and then proceeds to spread his asshole open with both hands. As Zhou Mi begins to press the tip of his slicked middle finger into that impossibly small hole, Kyuhyun becomes dimly aware that Zhou Mi is putting on a show for him.
Zhou Mi gasps and throws his head back onto the pillow as his finger slips in to the first joint. He moves it slowly in and out, thrusting his ass gently to accommodate the intrusion, and as Kyuhyun watches he realises that the finger is slipping deeper and deeper in. Zhou Mi lets out short puffs of breath every time it goes it, panting until his middle finger can go no further.
The other hand grasps to spread his asshole wider, and Kyuhyun watches again as Zhou Mi’s ring finger inches toward it. “Stop,” Kyuhyun says, not even thinking, and climbs off the chair and straight onto the bed. He crawls to where Zhou Mi’s ass is, middle finger still plugging it. Zhou Mi’s hand is still, and his eyes are watching Kyuhyun’s every move as he picks up the tube of lube and slicks his own fingers up.
Kyuhyun presses his own index finger to Zhou Mi’s ass hole, right next to Zhou Mi’s own finger. He says, “Tell me if I should stop,” and slowly presses his index finger in.
It seems almost like a miracle, the way Zhou Mi’s muscles relax around his finger, falling apart and giving way to him. Zhou Mi’s hand is still pulling his ass hole wider so maybe it’s not all Kyuhyun’s credit; still he watches, fascinated, as his finger slowly disappears inside.
It’s hot, and dry except for the lube on his fingers. His finger slides slick against Zhou Mi’s own, and experimentally he presses his index against Zhou Mi’s middle finger, rubbing minutely against it.
Zhou Mi groans and lets his head fall back, senses confused. He moves his finger against Kyuhyun’s in return, and they soon fall into a rhythm, pumping into Zhou Mi’s hole as it loosens up bit by bit.
Soon, Zhou Mi draws his finger out, and Kyuhyun follows his lead. He sits up, tears open the condom packet, and leans over to Kyuhyun’s dick. Slowly and reverentially, he unrolls it on, and coats it liberally with lube.
“Now fuck me,” he moans breathlessly, leaning back and guiding Kyuhyun into him.
Kyuhyun needs no second bidding. Zhou Mi is still tight, fitting snug around his dick even with that stretching, and he groans as he presses in. Zhou Mi’s eyes are tightly shut against the intensity, but he eventually breathes out and reaches out to pull Kyuhyun closer.
Kyuhyun rocks into him, marvelling at the way Zhou Mi’s knees are bent so high they’re practically pressed against his chest. He fucks him with shallow thrusts first, mimicking the way Zhou Mi’s asshole had to be loosened slowly, then eventually goes for depth, plunging further and further in.
Zhou Mi’s hole is twitching around him, and it’s getting easier to slide in and out as the lube coats his insides more liberally. Zhou Mi’s eyes are beginning to glaze over, but he tells Kyuhyun, “Fuck me harder, or I’m going to get bored,” and that really pisses Kyuhyun off, so he leans further over Zhou Mi so he’s practically on top of him, and thrusts hard into him.
Zhou Mi arches off the bed, and a thin sound leaves him. He grabs his own cock, hand moving like a blur. “Yes, yes, yes,” he grunts deeply. “Good god, you learn fast.”
Kyuhyun leans down and kisses him to shut him up again, and bites down on his lip for good measure. His thrusts are becoming quicker and more erratic, and he feels himself close, so he says, “Zhou Mi, I’m -“
Zhou Mi responds by wrapping his arms around him and pulling him even closer and deeper. “Oh, god -“, he arches clear off his back, clinging on to Kyuhyun as he spills all over them.
The clenching of his hole is too much for Kyuhyun, and in a couple of hard thrusts that feel fucking amazing, he’s coming too, though less spectacularly messy than Zhou Mi did. He stays in Zhou Mi for a moment, catching his breath, and looking at the way Zhou Mi’s face is glistening with sweat. Then feels himself softening and pulls out carefully.
He pulls off the condom, ties it and throws it somewhere. Then he collapses onto the bed, and in the few moments before he falls asleep, remembers that one of the advantages of ethnography is that it gives you access to things you don’t ordinarily experience…
On Monday, Kyuhyun walks through the door of Dr Jin’s office, a lot happier now that he actually has data to show.
“Good research?” Dr Jin said without looking up.
“Mm,” Kyuhyun responds noncommittally.
Dr Jin looks up sharply, and then an evil smile spreads sharply across his face. “Someone got laid, I see.”
“None of your business, Dr Jin,” Kyuhyun says calmly.
“Of course it is, my precious undergraduate. After all, I sent you there, didn’t I?” Dr Jin claps in delight and slings an arm over Kyuhyun’s shoulders. “Come on, let’s go for lunch!”
Fandom: Super Junior M
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
Status: Complete
Warning: Smut. This is essentially a PWP. I hate you, DTHJ.
Notes: Written for curionenene's 21st birthday, because obviously the girl asks for ethnography-inspired porn for her birthday. Clearly she can't even study for an exam without smutty thoughts; I don't even :| In any case this is the first time I've written anything quite with so much sex in it, but there you go. The girl gets what she wants. Happy birthday, darling!
The street is badly lit, hues of red and yellow splashing out onto the road. Kyuhyun skulks along in the shadows, trying not to betray the nervousness he feels. He’s here because his thesis professor recommended he do so, and he’s determined to get every last credit he can. That doesn’t mean, however, that he can’t feel nervy about being mistaken for a pimp.
He stuffs his hands into his pockets and looks over the area. There are plenty of women standing outside the row of houses, but he’s not quite sure how to go approach them so he hesitates, just on the margins of where the light and shadows meet.
He remembers the lecture on ethnography. He remembers clearly that there is a spectrum of involvement, from observer to participant, and that any one of those four is equally valid. He thinks he’d be pretty happy if he remained staunchly an observer this time around though.
That reminder has him squaring his shoulders. He’s just here to observe. There’s nothing to be afraid of. He tells himself that prostitution is a transaction; they won’t do anything to him if he doesn’t want them to.
He crosses into the light and approaches a woman standing under a streetlamp, her tube dress straining at the chest.
“Excuse me,” he says politely, “Do you have a minute?”
“I have much more than a minute, if you can afford it,” she says silkily.
“You misunderstand me,” he says, focusing on her face in an attempt to try hard not to stare at her chest. “I’m a researcher, I’m interested in studying the sex industry in Taiwan -“
Her face goes carefully blank. “Sorry. I don’t do interviews.”
Kyuhyun looks at her, reads the way she’s already turned her body away from him. “As a researcher I’m bound to confidentiality, you don’t even have to give me your real name -“
“I’m sorry, it’s against my house’s policy.” She jerks her thumb towards the house behind her.
“I see. I’m sorry I bothered you then.”
She shrugs, then flips her hair over her shoulder and pushes her breasts up from underneath. “You weren’t a bother at all. You’re pretty to look at, yourself.” She leers at him, saying, “Anytime you want to study the sex industry in a more fun way, you know where to find me.”
Kyuhyun stutters off, feeling himself turning bright red. He takes a moment to calm down and collect his thoughts. Some of the houses have strict rules, he notes, and frowns. If more than one house is going to have a problem with men taking up their workers’ time, then he’s going to have a serious problem with collecting data tonight. But then again, that could have just been an isolated case.
He walks a few houses down and approaches the girl standing there in a pleather dress. Her hair is cut short; he makes a mental note of that, startled because it seems to break the usual hooker stereotype. She looks at him, then lowers her lashes and slants her gaze towards him in an unmistakably come-hither way.
He falters; what is it about that look which is so difficult to resist? But then the researcher voice in his head reminds him sternly, You’re here just to observe.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “Do you have a minute?”
“More than a minute, if you pay,” she says throatily. His mouth goes dry. Kyuhyun is at least a metre from her but it already feels like her hands are all over him.
He swallows and stutters out, “You misunderstand me, I’m a researcher, I’m interested in sex - the sex industry in Taiwan, and I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions -“
“Is that some kind of innuendo?” she says, in a way that makes it sound like it’s not really a question. “We could talk inside.”
“No, I’d much rather we talk out here -“ he stumbles, turning red.
Her eyes fly open and her voice rises to a shrill. “What kind of pervert are you?! Get out of my sight!”
He tries to protest but sees her flushed cheeks, and backs off. He walks to the end of the row of houses, stunned, and then sits on the curb with his head in his hands.
His first ethnographic assignment and this is how badly he fails. He wonders how Dr Jin will react to his report on Monday; then smiles as he envisions Dr Jin smacking him over the head with a newspaper and saying, “Yah, you useless kid. Come on, let’s go for lunch,” and then proceeds to drag him off even though he’s only just stepped in.
Kyuhyun sighs. There’s nothing to it but to try again; for every hundred dead leads there’s got to be one gem of a data mine somewhere. He’s starting to realise how it is that ethnographic research can sometimes take years to complete. He stands up, dusts himself off, and sets off down the row of houses again.
A tall man steps out a few metres in front of him. He’s dressed in a wife-beater and jeans so tight they look practically painted on. He’s got on more clothes than the two girls Kyuhyun spoke to tonight, and yet Kyuhyun comes to a halt by the way the man is stalking slowly and purposefully toward him.
“Hello there, big boy,” he coos. “I hear you’re interested in doing some research.”
“Uh,” Kyuhyun is momentarily stunned out of the haze his mind has sunk into. “Yes. I mean. How did you know?”
“I’ve been following you since you entered this alley,” the man says calmly, and he says it so naturally that Kyuhyun thinks that statement should terrify him, but somehow it doesn’t.
“So uh,” Kyuhyun’s mind scrambles to catch up, “Would you be interested in answering some of my questions?”
The tall man has come so close to Kyuhyun that their chests are practically touching; a part of Kyuhyun’s mind tells him that it’s those abnormally long legs that have covered that distance far quicker than he’d thought possible.
“Now, now,” he purrs. “Haven’t those two girls already taught you that observing isn’t the way to perform ethnography here?”
Kyuhyun’s brain comes to a screeching halt, and then finally gives up trying to catch up to this man. He stands stock still, and the man bends and whispers into his ear, “You know, participation is an other option.”
Technical terms really shouldn’t turn Kyuhyun on the way he’s turned on now.
He makes the mistake of looking up at this strange man, who puts his fingers under his chin and brushes a thumb over his lips. “You’re a very beautiful man,” he says quietly, “And I’d love to see how you do a participant-observation study while I show you what the sex industry in Taiwan is like.”
Kyuhyun shudders and closes his eyes. Though the man hasn’t been half as lascivious as the girl in the tube dress has been, the sincerity pouring forth from his low voice seems to have a greater effect on him than leering does. A variety of means to pick strangers up, his mind helpfully notes for him.
He’s caught in the classic ethnographer’s dilemma. How much can he observe while participating? How much should he devote to this study? How much can he give without making exiting difficult?
Most importantly, can the research budget afford this?
“Stop thinking so much,” the man says. “Let’s do it this way. I’ll explain anything you want to know, and on your part I just want you to relax and have a good time. Okay?”
Kyuhyun opens his eyes and narrows them. “That’s it? All I have to do is to have a good time?”
The man winks. “Prices are negotiable.”
Kyuhyun laughs. That’s the kind of language he speaks. He’s got nothing to lose.
The man, it turns out, is a freelancer. On his way up to his room, he explains that that gives him the liberty to fuck who he wants without being beholden to a pimp, and to set his own prices. He seems a nice guy, and smart to boot, and Kyuhyun begins to wonder what he’s doing in a place like this, doing a job like this.
“What do I call you?” the man asks as he holds the door open for Kyuhyun to go first.
“Gui Xian,” Kyuhyun says, stepping through the door and toeing off his shoes. This feels almost surreal to him.
“Hmmmm,” the man says. “Unusual name. Well then, you can call me Mi Tang.”
Kyuhyun wrinkles his nose. “Mi Tang? Like, the kind you can drink?”
“Only if the customer wants to,” he says simply, shrugging. But then he laughs and says, “Here’s the deal I usually strike. If you tell me your real name, I’ll tell you mine.”
“But Gui Xian is my real name,” Kyuhyun insists.
The man arches a perfect eyebrow. “You’re Korean, aren’t you? Tell me your Korean name.“
This guy is creepy. “How do you know?”
“You’re pretty in a different way from Taiwanese boys,” Kyuhyun catches the corner of his smile as he closes the door, and he’s surprised at how genuine it is.
“Kyuhyun,” he says.
“Kyuhyun,” the man repeats, surprisingly accurately, and then smiles brilliantly. “I’m Zhou Mi.” He pushes Kyuhyun onto the bed. “Kyuhyun-shi, do you want to top, or bottom?” he asks, almost professionally.
Kyuhyun contemplates lying, but Zhou Mi has already proven how astute he is. “I’ve never done this before,” he informs quietly.
Zhou Mi quirks an eyebrow at him. “You almost make me feel like I’m transgressing the law of non-maleficence,” he quips. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you.”
He leans over and kisses Kyuhyun, soft and slow. “Men like you ought to be treated nice,” he says quietly while looking into Kyuhyun’s eyes. “But here. Ask me anything.”
“Why are you doing this?” It’s the question at the top of his mind.
“Sex? Well. A number of reasons. I like having sex, and this is the best way to get it. I’m also good at it, which helps. And finally, I have to pay for college.” He grins. “The cliché is true.”
Kyuhyun laughs, though it hitches because Zhou Mi has started running his hands down Kyuhyun’s body. “Why are you having sex with me?”
“You’re beautiful,” he says simply. “And because I like making people happy. So even if it’s just for a night, I want to make you happy.”
“I’m paying you though,” Kyuhyun says ironically.
Zhou Mi smirks. “You’ll be glad to by the time I’m done.” He pops the button on the fly of Kyuhyun’s jeans opens, and pushes them down with his underwear. “My,” he says conversationally as he blows lightly on Kyuhyun’s cock. “Is it just me, or are you happy to see me?”
Kyuhyun groans as his cock twitches. Zhou Mi places a hand around it and massages it lightly, and Kyuhyun wants to scramble backward until his head hits the headboard.
“Time to answer my questions, Kyuhyun-shi,” Zhou Mi says cheerfully, as if he hasn’t got the most vulnerable and manipulable part of Kyuhyun’s body in his hands. “Why are you doing this?”
“My thesis professor decided I needed some hands-on ethnographic practice, and he needed help for this research so he decided to throw it to me,” Kyuhyun manages to say with difficulty.
“My, what a pervert,” Zhou Mi comments lightly as he moves his hand leisurely up and down Kyuhyun’s dick, which is growing more excited by the second. “And you’ve never done this before, Kyuhyun-shi?”
“Only with girls,” he grits out.
Zhou Mi arches an eyebrow again. “Should I be honoured?”
“Taiwan’s good for me,” Kyuhyun evaded.
Zhou Mi smiles down at him. “Then I’ll try my best to make it even better.” He goes down on Kyuhyun and swallows him in a mouthful.
Kyuhyun gasps, because Zhou Mi’s mouth is unexpectedly hot and wet, and being sucked off has never felt this good before. He’s only ever had girls, girls who were admittedly thin and beautiful, but he’s never quite realised how much they’ve been lacking in the skills department until tonight. Compared to Zhou Mi, who is inching his lips closer and closer to the base of Kyuhyun’s cock, those girls would probably never be able to bring him off again.
Zhou Mi’s lips finally hit Kyuhyun’s groin, and he holds them there for a few seconds, letting the heat from his mouth and tongue sear into Kyuhyun’s cock. Kyuhyun is sure that his dick is burning up; some corner of his mind nonsensically reassures him that it’s okay, it’s so wet in Zhou Mi’s mouth so there’s no way the fire won’t be put out. But the few seconds are just what Zhou Mi can take, and in the next he’s pulling back in one smooth motion.
Kyuhyun looks down at Zhou Mi, who is staring at him as he pops Kyuhyun’s dick free of his tightened lips. He licks them self-consciously and Kyuhyun stares, then hauls Zhou Mi up by the front of his wife-beater and kisses him.
He sucks on those lips like a parched man; pushes his tongue between them and takes in the wet, wet, wet that had wrapped around him. He holds on to one of Zhou Mi’s slender arms and wraps his other arm around Zhou Mi’s neck to tug him closer. Zhou Mi holds himself up with a palm pressed to the sheets beside Kyuhyun’s chest, but his crotch falls on Kyuhyun’s and Kyuhyun is reminded that Zhou Mi is still fully clothed.
Not wanting to break contact, he lets go of Zhou Mi and lets his hands fall to Zhou Mi’s jeans. He fumbles with the button, unused to the reversed direction, but eventually pops it open. He pulls the zipper down and plunges right in, hands stilling when he finds that Zhou Mi’s not wearing any underwear.
“For easy access,” Zhou Mi pants against his lips, still with that easy-going tone laced in that now-ravished voice. “Occupational hazard.”
Kyuhyun leans up to kiss him again, trying to shut him up, but from the way Zhou Mi’s breath catches when he pulls his cock free he’s sure that was the more effective method.
Zhou Mi breaks away, pushing Kyuhyun down with a hand to the chest when he tries to rise in protest again. “Kyuhyun-shi,” he asks, perfectly calmly, “What would you like me to do next? Would you like to fuck me? Or would you like me to fuck you?”
Kyuhyun sucks in a sharp breath at that. He hadn’t thought this far when he had agreed to this. He doesn’t know, and right now his brain is far too addled to think clearly about the options and what they entail. He grits out, cock hard, lips aching, “I don’t care what the fuck you do to me as long as you do it soon,” and moves his hand roughly up and down Zhou Mi’s dick.
He’s still looking up into Zhou Mi’s face, so he sees it when his eyes flutter shut. He also sees it when Zhou Mi’s opens his eyes after a moment, his face breaking into a devious grin. He draws away, then opens the lonely side cabinet and takes out lube and a condom. Kyuhyun sits up uncertainly, but Zhou Mi says, “Come, Kyuhyun-shi, I want you to move that chair to the end of the bed and sit on it.”
Kyuhyun scrambles up, his cock bouncing awkwardly. It’s hard to move very much like this, so by the time he’s finagled the chair to where Zhou Mi wanted and sat down on it, Zhou Mi’s already taken his jeans completely off and is lying on his back, feet flat on the bed, head propped up by a pillow.
Kyuhyun watches with growing amazement and disbelief as Zhou Mi slicks the fingers of one hand up with lube, and then proceeds to spread his asshole open with both hands. As Zhou Mi begins to press the tip of his slicked middle finger into that impossibly small hole, Kyuhyun becomes dimly aware that Zhou Mi is putting on a show for him.
Zhou Mi gasps and throws his head back onto the pillow as his finger slips in to the first joint. He moves it slowly in and out, thrusting his ass gently to accommodate the intrusion, and as Kyuhyun watches he realises that the finger is slipping deeper and deeper in. Zhou Mi lets out short puffs of breath every time it goes it, panting until his middle finger can go no further.
The other hand grasps to spread his asshole wider, and Kyuhyun watches again as Zhou Mi’s ring finger inches toward it. “Stop,” Kyuhyun says, not even thinking, and climbs off the chair and straight onto the bed. He crawls to where Zhou Mi’s ass is, middle finger still plugging it. Zhou Mi’s hand is still, and his eyes are watching Kyuhyun’s every move as he picks up the tube of lube and slicks his own fingers up.
Kyuhyun presses his own index finger to Zhou Mi’s ass hole, right next to Zhou Mi’s own finger. He says, “Tell me if I should stop,” and slowly presses his index finger in.
It seems almost like a miracle, the way Zhou Mi’s muscles relax around his finger, falling apart and giving way to him. Zhou Mi’s hand is still pulling his ass hole wider so maybe it’s not all Kyuhyun’s credit; still he watches, fascinated, as his finger slowly disappears inside.
It’s hot, and dry except for the lube on his fingers. His finger slides slick against Zhou Mi’s own, and experimentally he presses his index against Zhou Mi’s middle finger, rubbing minutely against it.
Zhou Mi groans and lets his head fall back, senses confused. He moves his finger against Kyuhyun’s in return, and they soon fall into a rhythm, pumping into Zhou Mi’s hole as it loosens up bit by bit.
Soon, Zhou Mi draws his finger out, and Kyuhyun follows his lead. He sits up, tears open the condom packet, and leans over to Kyuhyun’s dick. Slowly and reverentially, he unrolls it on, and coats it liberally with lube.
“Now fuck me,” he moans breathlessly, leaning back and guiding Kyuhyun into him.
Kyuhyun needs no second bidding. Zhou Mi is still tight, fitting snug around his dick even with that stretching, and he groans as he presses in. Zhou Mi’s eyes are tightly shut against the intensity, but he eventually breathes out and reaches out to pull Kyuhyun closer.
Kyuhyun rocks into him, marvelling at the way Zhou Mi’s knees are bent so high they’re practically pressed against his chest. He fucks him with shallow thrusts first, mimicking the way Zhou Mi’s asshole had to be loosened slowly, then eventually goes for depth, plunging further and further in.
Zhou Mi’s hole is twitching around him, and it’s getting easier to slide in and out as the lube coats his insides more liberally. Zhou Mi’s eyes are beginning to glaze over, but he tells Kyuhyun, “Fuck me harder, or I’m going to get bored,” and that really pisses Kyuhyun off, so he leans further over Zhou Mi so he’s practically on top of him, and thrusts hard into him.
Zhou Mi arches off the bed, and a thin sound leaves him. He grabs his own cock, hand moving like a blur. “Yes, yes, yes,” he grunts deeply. “Good god, you learn fast.”
Kyuhyun leans down and kisses him to shut him up again, and bites down on his lip for good measure. His thrusts are becoming quicker and more erratic, and he feels himself close, so he says, “Zhou Mi, I’m -“
Zhou Mi responds by wrapping his arms around him and pulling him even closer and deeper. “Oh, god -“, he arches clear off his back, clinging on to Kyuhyun as he spills all over them.
The clenching of his hole is too much for Kyuhyun, and in a couple of hard thrusts that feel fucking amazing, he’s coming too, though less spectacularly messy than Zhou Mi did. He stays in Zhou Mi for a moment, catching his breath, and looking at the way Zhou Mi’s face is glistening with sweat. Then feels himself softening and pulls out carefully.
He pulls off the condom, ties it and throws it somewhere. Then he collapses onto the bed, and in the few moments before he falls asleep, remembers that one of the advantages of ethnography is that it gives you access to things you don’t ordinarily experience…
On Monday, Kyuhyun walks through the door of Dr Jin’s office, a lot happier now that he actually has data to show.
“Good research?” Dr Jin said without looking up.
“Mm,” Kyuhyun responds noncommittally.
Dr Jin looks up sharply, and then an evil smile spreads sharply across his face. “Someone got laid, I see.”
“None of your business, Dr Jin,” Kyuhyun says calmly.
“Of course it is, my precious undergraduate. After all, I sent you there, didn’t I?” Dr Jin claps in delight and slings an arm over Kyuhyun’s shoulders. “Come on, let’s go for lunch!”